Which poem do I want to be?

Poetry 1: I want to be a soldier.

My dream is to be a soldier. I am wearing a military uniform, holding a pistol, defending my country and the frontier, and I am not afraid of death. I have a strong character and I am loyal to my country. So what if I die?

I would like to be a soldier, with head held high, strong body and soul, magnificent, fearless of jackals and daring to rush into the ends of the earth, just like the morning sun spraying blood, dedicating youth and writing brilliance with life.

I want to be a soldier, but I only have one dream. That military cap is responsible, wearing a military uniform is solemn, a pair of military boots is sacred, and soldiers are performing their duties.

Although the soldiers didn't spend the romance of the previous month and the following month, the soul of the army is the courage to be loyal to the country, respect the soldiers and pay tribute to them!

If there is an afterlife, I will be a soldier and do my best for my country.

Poetry 2: I wish I were an artist.

I want to be an artist! I hope I can always draw, express the past and future with my brush, draw on my beloved white paper, and draw a self that will never disappear and a dream that will never wake up. Draw a road to the end of life.

I want to be an artist! I hope to sweep away all the misfortunes, draw a bright future with the brush in my hand, draw you on my beloved white paper, draw you that will never disappear, draw love that will never decrease, draw a promise that I can stay together for a lifetime, and become the most beautiful dream.

I draw a just visit, send me to you in the cardamom years, and accompany you through hardships and become our dream.

I want to be an artist! I painted every picture with blood, and the blood flowed out. Never mind, I still have tears!